Liz had found a vacant change room and was waving to Roger and Maureen, apparently telling them to hurry. Maureen was moving as quickly as she could, regretting that she had decided to wear heels on the plane. She had known Liz would be wearing something classy and had just wanted to match her. Roger was just keeping pace with his wife.
‘In here’ said Liz and ushered them into a vacant baby change room.
‘This is reserved for parents with infants’ Roger pointed out
‘We don’t have time to observe petty rules. Look your hair is already growing. Just get undressed’
Roger observed Liz had already taken out her earrings and seemed to be removing all the jewellery from her body.
‘Why do I need to get undressed? You’re making no sense’
‘Explain to him will you Maureen. I need to get undressed myself. We can't afford my clothes to rip’
‘It’s the medallion Roger, I gather you and Liz touched it at the same time’
‘Yes but….’
‘Did you feel a bit of a shock? A bit like static electricity?’
‘Well yes. It must have been the carpet’ Roger was distracted as Liz had removed her boots and was now unzipping her dress.
‘No it wasn’t the carpet. It was the medallion. It is magical. If two people touch it at the same time they will switch bodies. You and Liz are going to switch bodies. Look at your reflection. Look at your hair. Does that look like your normal hair? You are starting to change’
Roger looked in the mirror. His hair was a mess. It looked like he needed a haircut but he had one only last week. It wasn’t making sense. He was also more distracted as Liz had removed her dress. She was standing right in front of him just wearing a pale blue slip. Now she was pulling that off as well.
‘Let me help you out of your clothes’ suggested Maureen. Roger was wearing a sports jacket over his shirt and trousers. Maureen was taking the jacket off him.
‘What do you mean by switch bodies?’ Roger was beginning to worry. His hair was definitely growing and acquiring a reddish tinge. Liz was removing her pantyhose. Soon she would just be in her bra and panties, they were of the same pale blue colour as her now removed slip.
‘It takes about 30 minutes. You will change into Liz and she will acquire your body. She will become Roger’
‘Wha…Why, …I don’t want to become Liz’
‘We have no choice now. Get your shoes off’
‘But I would be a woman!’ Roger was starting to believe. He felt smaller. And Liz was getting taller. Her hair appeared to be receding into her scalp.
‘Yes you will be a woman. But it is only temporary. We can change you back once we land’
‘Well change me back now! I don’t want to go through with this!’
Just then the door opened and a woman with a baby stuck her head in. Liz turned to the woman and said ‘Sorry this room is occupied. You will have to find somewhere else’ The woman had a look of disgust on her face as she took in the half naked Roger and the almost naked Liz. She left pulling the door closed roughly.
Liz said to Maureen ‘Why don’t you keep everyone out. I’ll help Roger’
Maureen nodded and left the room. Roger was now in the room with Liz, now just in her pale blue panties and bra. She was definitely taller. Her eyes were at his chin level.
‘We can’t change back for 12 hours. The medallion needs to recharge somehow. So until we get to Dubai you will have to be me and I will be you. It won’t be that hard. We will just be on the plane. Just watch movies or something. Before you know it we will be landed. We can find a room at Dubai airport and swap back’ Whilst she was telling Roger this she had unbuttoned his shirt and taken it off him.
Roger was aware his penis was stiff. A near naked Liz was undressing him. When Liz began to fiddle with his belt it was almost too much. He realised his pants were baggy on him. His legs had shortened a lot.
Now they were eye to eye. Liz’s hair had receded to barely inches. There was no doubt that she was physical changing. Roger turned and looked in the mirror. His hair was now long and red. He was short. He felt his face. It was still his face but his whiskers were gone. He had shaved that morning so his face should be smooth but not this smooth. Liz had undone his trousers and pushed them to the ground. Roger glanced down to see the hairs on his legs were gone as well. As were his chest hairs and his arm hairs.
‘It’s really happening…. This isn’t a dream’
‘No it’s real’ Liz was now taller than Roger. ‘Time for the bra to come off’ She unclipped her bra and revealed her breasts. They seemed shrunken and there were hairs sprouting on her chest and legs.
They were momentarily distracted by talking outside. They could hear Maureen’s voice and that of another woman. Shortly after Maureen popped her head back in. ‘We need to hurry evidently there are a shortage of baby rooms and her child has a pooped.
‘Well we can’t. You know how it is’ Liz just nodded and left. She didn’t seem to be as disturbed as she should be at her almost naked husband being inside a changeroom with her naked best friend. Let alone the fact that they were turning into each other.
By now there was no doubt that Liz was turning into a man - turning into Roger’s own body. Liz now towered over him and she had his hair. Her face was starting to change as well, becoming more angular.
Roger looked back at the mirror. His face was becoming softer. He now had Liz’s hair. His chest was spouting breasts, just a small swelling. His nipples were swollen and his skin colour seemed a bit lighter.
He looked further down. He still had an erection. He was very stiff but his erection was not as big as it should be. He grasped his dick and balls through his boxers. They were still there but apparently shrinking.
‘Let’s take our undies off and watch’ suggested Liz. Was her voice deeper?
She pushed her panties to the floor and stepped out of them, picked them up and placed them on the table where she had already arranged the other clothes she had removed.
Roger couldn’t help but look at her groin. She had long brown, partially grey pubes. Pubes that Roger recognised as his own. Liz reached across and pushed his boxers to the floor. His hips had begun to widen so there was a little resistance. Roger was shaved but for a tiny red landing strip above his penis. It looked like a little boy penis. It was stiff but skinny and only about 3 inches long.
He glanced back at Liz’s groin. Her clitoris was enlarged and its head was poking out through the brown pubes. He could also see her hips were narrowed.
Roger glanced back at his own groin. His dick was only two inches long and he could feel his balls were only marble sized bumps below it. His view was now partially obscured by the breasts growing on his torso. His nipples were big and pink. ‘I’m growing breasts’ Roger realised his voice was higher than previously. He felt his throat. If he had an Adam’s apple it wasn’t very large.
‘I think it’s time we got you into the bra. I’d say we have 10 minutes to go. Over half way’ Liz’s voice was deep. A man’s voice. Roger looked and saw a prominent Adam’s apple on Liz’s throat, level with his own eyes.
He glanced back at his own groin and saw it was now only an inch and a half long. Liz was putting his hands into the straps on the blue bra. Only they were no longer his hands. He now had dainty fingers attached to narrowing arms. His muscles were disappearing. Liz pulled the bra onto him and pulled it tight around his torso. The bra was still too big for Roger’s breasts but they were apparently filling rapidly.
Roger had use of his arms again and the hands instinctively felt for his groin. His penis was tiny. Barely an inch. If he still had his pubic hairs it would have been hidden. There was no longer any sign of his balls, although the skin felt a little bit rougher where they should be.
He glanced at Liz’s groin. She now sported what was clearly a penis, 4 inches long and stiff. Roger could see a pee hole developing at its end. He glanced down at his own penis and saw it no longer had an orifice on it’s tip.
A glance back at the mirror revealed massive changes to Roger’s face. He now looked like Liz or perhaps Liz’s sister. He certainly no longer looked like a man.
Liz was now pulling Roger’s boxer shorts up her own legs. She turned to Roger and said ‘You’re a woman now. The final changes can happen as we dress. We have a plane to catch’